Rooted

Rooted

I closed my locker, with its contents spread before my feet, and left the building carrying my knives and tools and a tall white hat under my arm. Our practical exam strung 110 lessons into six well executed dishes.  The smoldering kitchen, thick with muddled smells...
In Saturated Hues

In Saturated Hues

We drove along the interstate in the early morning, having returned late the night before from several days of work travel. This was my last weekend of class, and the anticipated relief mitigated my fatigue from tightly compacted commitments. One practical exam...
Glitter

Glitter

I wanted to share with you a delightfully upbeat post – one with some glitter or, at the very least, shine. I had hoped that the lead into my final round of classes had vibrance, lightness and clarity. And that the culmination of this experience derived from...
Listen

Listen

The weekend was wet and unseasonably chilly, but the underlying scent of spring brought the promise of gleaming sun and warm breezes. Cherry Blossoms and Flowering Dogwoods contrasted the grey morning sky.  It was our last pastry class and the practical exam led...